His Unwanted Wife, Her Vengeful Heart

To save my father and our family's gallery, I was forced to marry the ruthless Caleb Wiley. He treated me like a commodity, his heart belonging only to another woman, Eva. When my father needed a life-saving surgery, Caleb made me a cruel offer. To get the money, I had to drink a fatal allergen during a high-stakes poker game. I drank it and nearly died. I woke up in the hospital to learn the money was never sent. My father was dead. Caleb had abandoned me to chase after Eva, later trading me to a lecherous judge like a piece of property. My life, my father's life-it was all worth less than his obsession. But then I found the proof. His mother had orchestrated everything-my family's ruin, my father's murder. My grief turned to ice. From the shadows, I began to broadcast every one of the Wiley family's crimes to the world.

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Chapter 3

Isabelle Hensley POV:

My head throbbed. The world spun. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were bound, chafing against rough rope. Panic clawed at my throat. Where was I? What was happening?

A familiar voice cut through the haze. "Look what the cat dragged in, Caleb."

My eyes snapped open. Caleb Wiley stood beside a chaise lounge, his face a mask of annoyance. Beside him, draped in silk, was Eva Dillon, her perfect features twisted into a look of feigned concern.

"Caleb?" I croaked, my voice rough from disuse. "What is this? Why am I tied up?"

He sighed, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. "Don't play innocent, Isabelle. You tried to run. But we have… certain obligations to fulfill."

Obligations? My mind raced. "What are you talking about?"

Eva giggled, a sound that grated on my raw nerves. "Oh, darling, you're the commodity, remember? A very useful one, apparently."

My blood ran cold. "Commodity? What have you done?"

Caleb' s gaze was cold. "You were traded, Isabelle. A business arrangement. For the stability of the Wiley empire, of course."

Traded. Like a stock. Like a piece of furniture. "To whom?"

Eva's smile widened, revealing a flash of genuine malice. "To someone who appreciates… unique assets. Someone who has been waiting for you for a very long time. Judge Contreras."

Contreras. The name sent a shiver of pure terror down my spine. The lecherous, cruel man who had orbited Caleb' s business dealings like a vulture, his eyes always lingering on me for far too long. He had played a role in my family's ruin, a minor pawn in Clarence's grand scheme, but a predatory one nonetheless.

"No," I whispered, the word a desperate plea. "You can't. Not him."

Caleb shrugged, as if discussing the weather. Eva simply fanned herself with a delicate hand, her expression bored. "What's the big deal, Isabelle? It's just business. Your reputation, your life… it' s all just currency in this world." Her perfectly manicured finger tapped a diamond necklace. This is real value, her eyes said. You are not.

Caleb nodded. "Eva's right. It's about protecting what's ours. Your… unfortunate incident… with Contreras could have been messy. This arrangement cleans things up nicely."

A profound, sickening realization dawned on me. They weren't just cruel; they were truly, deeply evil. There was no bottom to their depravity. This wasn't about money or power for them anymore; it was about control, about dehumanizing me completely.

I swallowed, a plan forming in my mind. "Please, Caleb," I said, my voice carefully modulated to sound defeated, desperate. "Don't leave me with him. I'll do anything. Please." I fixed my gaze on him, trying to project utter submission.

A flicker of something in his eyes-pity? Regret? "I'll make sure you're… compensated, Isabelle. Later. Just… cooperate for now." His words were hollow, meaningless. My father had taught me that.

My father. The memory of him, his gentle hands, his tired smile, fueled a cold fire in my belly. He had died believing he was liberating me. He would not have died in vain.

The door creaked open, and Judge Contreras lumbered in, his gaze predatory and possessive. A grotesque smile spread across his face, his eyes lingering on my bound form. "Ah, the lovely Isabelle. All mine, it seems."

Caleb placed a small, intricately carved wooden bird on the table. "As per our agreement, Judge. A rare piece, indeed." The bird. My life for a trinket.

Caleb and Eva turned to leave, their backs already to me.

"Caleb!" I screamed, my voice raw and desperate. "Don't leave me!"

He paused, but didn't turn. Eva tugged at his arm, whispering something in his ear. He nodded, and they continued out the door, the click of the lock echoing in the cavernous room.

Contreras advanced, his heavy footsteps shaking the floor. His eyes, dark and hungry, devoured me. "Now, my dear Isabelle," he purred, his voice slimy. "Let's discuss your past... and your future." He unbuckled his belt, a lewd smile on his face. "You always were too proud, too pure. I'll break that out of you."

He lunged. His hands, thick and calloused, clamped onto my arm, pulling me roughly from the chair. The rope bit into my skin. I screamed, thrashing, my bound limbs useless. He slapped me, a sharp, stinging pain across my cheek. "Still fighting? Good. I like a challenge."

My mind raced. I couldn't let him. I wouldn't. My father didn't die for this. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I kicked out, catching him squarely in the groin. He gasped, releasing me, clutching himself, his face contorted in pain. The ropes were loose, chafing, but I had enough slack. I struggled, twisting my hands, tearing at the rough fibers.

The door burst open. Two hulking guards rushed in. "Judge! What happened?"

Contreras, still doubled over, pointed a shaky finger at me. "She attacked me! Don't let her out!"

My heart sank. No escape. The guards moved to block the windows, the only other way out. But a small, high balcony overlooked a courtyard below. It was a perilous drop, but it was my only chance.

With a primal scream, I launched myself over the railing. The fall was a dizzying blur, the ground rushing up to meet me. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

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9.8

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9.8

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9.5

MY BELOVED SUGAR MOMMY

9.5

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8.4

My Ex-Husband's Regret: The Billionaire's Return

8.4

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7.3

Stolen Empire, Stolen Child, Stolen Life

7.3

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9.6

The Love He Destroyed, My New Power

9.6

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